John wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel as he watched Tiffany finish her final set of squats. She racked the bar and let out a deep breath, turning to face him with a smile.
“That was a rough one,” she said, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“It looked like it,” he replied, handing her a bottle of water. “But you’re making great progress. I can tell you’ve been putting in the work.”
Tiffany took a long sip of water before sitting down on a nearby bench. John joined her, and they both sat in silence for a moment, catching their breath.
“How’s everything going with you lately?” John asked, breaking the silence.
Tiffany shrugged. “Same old, same old. Just trying to stay focused on my training and not let anything else get in the way.”
John nodded, sensing there was more she wasn’t saying. “Anything you want to talk about?”
Tiffany shook her head. “Nah, just trying to keep my head down and stay focused. You know how it is.”
John understood. He had been in her shoes before, trying to balance his training with the rest of his life and school commitments, and all the drama that comes with it. “Well, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Tiffany smiled. “Thanks, John. I really appreciate that.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before John spoke up again. “Hey, have you thought about signing up for that meet next month? I think you’re ready for it.”
Tiffany’s eyes lit up. “Really? You think so?”
John nodded. “Absolutely. You’ve been putting in the work, you stand a great chance of taking first place in it.”
Tiffany grinned. “Alright, fuck it, let’s do it.” John laughed, standing up to go get the forms for her to fill out, and they continued talking as she did so. Eventually, they gathered their equipment and gym bags, and left to leave the gym. As they walked out, Tiffany hesitated, her feet shuffling nervously on the pavement. John noticed her hesitation and turned to her, waiting for her to speak.
“Hey, John…can we go somewhere and talk for a bit?” Tiffany asked, her voice hesitant.
“Sure, Tiff. What’s up?” John asked, concern etched on his face.
Tiffany took a deep breath. “It’s just…guys. I don’t know, I’m feeling really frustrated lately. I lied when I said I wasn’t distracted earlier, and I could use some advice, I think.”
John nodded, sensing where this was going. “Okay, let’s go sit down and talk about it.”
They found a quiet bench in a nearby park and sat down. Tiffany fidgeted with her water bottle, unsure of how to start.
“It’s just…every guy I date, they just want one thing,” Tiffany finally blurted out, her voice tinged with frustration. “And it’s not like I’m not interested, but they’re so annoying about it. And then there’s the whole muscle thing. It’s like…guys just get so insecure about it. They’re either intimidated, or they just want to fetishize it. It’s like I’m never going to find someone who values me for more than that.”
John listened quietly. “I can understand how that would be frustrating,” he said finally. “But you have to remember that you’re only 19. Most people don’t find their partner until later in life. I mean, hell, I’m 31 and I’m not married yet.” He said with a laugh. “And yeah, unfortunately, there are going to be guys out there who are only interested in one thing. But if you’re patient, you will find someone who values you for more than that.”
Tiffany sighed. “I know, but it’s just hard sometimes, you know? And my muscles are never going to go away, so I’m always going to be dealing with this.” Tiffany leaned against the bench; her arms crossed over her chest as she started to rant. “It’s just so frustrating, John. I’m ready to lose my virginity, but every time I get close with a guy, I just get the ick. Like, I can tell they’re just trying to sleep with me and nothing else. Or they’re so insecure about my muscles that they act macho and ridiculous.”
John shook his head. “They’re something to be proud of. And yeah, there are going to be guys who are intimidated by that, but that’s their problem, not yours. You just need to keep being yourself, and eventually, you’ll find someone who isn’t bothered by it.”
Tiffany looked down at her hands. “Yeah, maybe… and there’s something else,” she said quietly. “When me and Steve broke up, he made fun of my muscles,” Tiffany said, her voice barely above a whisper. “He told me I looked like a man.”
John’s expression darkened. “Well, that’s just ridiculous. He’s just saying that because he knew it would hurt you and because of his own insecurities. And for what it’s worth, you obviously don’t look like a man. You’re a very pretty woman.”
Tiffany looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Do you really think so, John?”
John nodded firmly. “Yes, Tiffany. You’re a very pretty woman. And if you don’t believe me, just think about how many guys try to hit on you at the gym every day.”
Tiffany sniffled and wiped away a tear. “I don’t know, John. I just feel so insecure sometimes. Like my muscles make me unattractive.”
John put a hand on her shoulder. “Tiffany, there are plenty of guys out there who would find them attractive. But even if they didn’t, that doesn’t make you any less beautiful. You’re a kind, strong, and amazing person. And anyone who can’t see that isn’t worth your time.”
Tiffany nodded, her eyes downcast. “I know. It’s just hard when all I seem to attract are guys who are bothered by them.” Tiffany fidgeted nervously, trying to find the right words. “John, can I ask you something? It’s been bugging me for a while.”
John turned to her; his eyebrows raised. “Sure, what’s up?”
“Why have you never tried to hit on me or sleep with me?” Tiffany blurted out, feeling embarrassed but needing to know.
John’s expression shifted to one of surprise and then amusement. “Tiffany, why would you even ask me that? That behavior is disgusting. You’re my friend and my trainee. I want you to feel safe and comfortable in our relationship. I would never want you to feel like you have to be on guard or watch out for me making a move on you. You know me better than that.”
Tiffany felt a wave of relief wash over her, hearing John’s words. “I know, John. It’s just that… it’s like you said, I’ve had a lot of guys in the gym hit on me and you never have.”
John shook his head, his expression firm. “It’s just about respect. You’re a person with feelings and desires, not just an object for men to hit on. You came to me for help with powerlifting, and I want to see you succeed in it, without any distractions or complications. How are you supposed to trust me if you’re always on guard around me because I’m trying to fuck you?”
Tiffany felt a warmth spread through her, hearing John’s words. She knew that he had always been supportive of her goals and passions but hearing him affirm his respect for her as a person made her feel even more grateful for their friendship.
Tiffany’s voice dropped to a whisper as she spoke. “I appreciate that. You know, I am ready to lose it now. I’ve thought about it a lot. I just don’t want my first time to be with someone who is using me.”
John looked at her for a moment, trying to gauge her emotions. “I know, Tiffany,” he said finally. “It’s important to wait for the right person.”
“But how do I know who the right person is?” Tiffany asked, frustration creeping into her voice. “Every guy I’ve dated has been a disaster. And I’m not getting any younger. What if I never find someone?”
John laughed. “You’re only 19, Tiffany. You have plenty of time.”
Tiffany takes a deep breath and looks up at John with a mix of nervousness and determination in her eyes. “John, I know this might sound crazy, but…would you be willing to do it?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
John looks at her, surprised by her question. “Do what?” he asks, confused.
Tiffany’s face flushes, and she looks away. “You know…to be with me,” she says, her voice barely audible.
John’s eyes widen in shock, and he shakes his head. “No. I can’t do that,” he says firmly.
Tiffany’s heart sinks, and she looks down at her feet. “Why not?” she says quietly.
John looks at her, concern etched on his face. “Hear me out,” he says gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t something you can just undo or forget about after it’s done. I’m old, much older than you, Tiffany. I have over a decade on you. I’m your coach, and more importantly, your friend. This would fundamentally change our relationship.”
Tiffany looks up at him, a bit surprised by his response. “I know that” she says, her voice stronger now. “I’ve thought about it a lot. And I don’t want my first time to be with someone who just wants to use me.”
John nods slowly, still hesitant. “Why me?”
Tiffany pauses, understanding the gravity of the situation, before she looks in his eyes and starts speaking. “I trust you. I know that you would never use me or hurt me. You’ve always been there for me, and I feel safe with you,” she says, her voice unwavering. “And I’m not blind, I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes, so don’t pretend like you don’t want to do it.”
John looks at her, eyes boring into her. “Okay, Tiffany. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not physically attracted to you. But I need you to know that this will change things between us. We can’t just go back to the way things were before.” he asks, his voice serious. “I need you to be sure.”
Tiffany nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I understand, John. And I’m sure, I’m ready for it.”
John nods, a mix of apprehension and excitement stirring in his chest. “Okay, then. Let’s do it,” he says, his voice a bit hoarse.
Tiffany takes a deep breath, and nods. “Okay,” she says, her heart pounding in her chest.
John nods, understanding her desire to move forward. “Okay,” he says. “So, where and when do you want to do this? Do you want to go out on a date first, or do you want to just get it over with?”
Tiffany thinks for a moment before responding. “I don’t want to go out on a date or anything like that,” she says. “I just want to get it over with. I don’t want you to think this is a romantic thing or whatever, it’s just… I trust you, John. I know you won’t hurt me or take advantage of me.”
John nods, his expression serious. “I know. But I want to make sure that you’re comfortable with everything, and that we’re on the same page about what this means.”
Tiffany stood up from the couch and looked at John, her expression serious but determined. “I’m ready now,” she said, “let’s go to your place.”
John’s eyes widened a little in surprise at her sudden declaration, but he quickly composed himself and stood up as well. “Are you sure?” he asked again, wanting to make certain that this was what she wanted.
Tiffany nodded firmly. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve thought about this a lot, and I know what I want.”
John took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. “Okay then,” he said, “let’s go.”
They gathered their things and left the coffee shop, walking in silence to John’s car. Once inside, John started the engine and drove to his apartment, the tension between them palpable.
When they arrived, John led Tiffany inside and showed her around, trying to keep things as relaxed as possible. Tiffany seemed nervous but resolute, and John could tell that she was determined to go through with this.
Eventually, they ended up in John’s bedroom, standing awkwardly in front of the bed. Tiffany took a deep breath and turned to face him, her expression serious.
“Thank you for doing this,” she said softly, “I really appreciate it.” Tiffany couldn’t help but notice how sweaty and grungy they both were from their intense workout. She quickly realized that she didn’t want to jump into anything right away without taking care of her hygiene first. “Wait, actually, can I shower first?” she asked John, feeling self-conscious about her own sweat.
“Of course, the bathroom is down the hall to the left,” John responded, gesturing towards the hallway.
Tiffany hurried to the bathroom, feeling relieved to have some time to herself. She stripped off her gym clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat and grime. She took her time, washing her hair and scrubbing her skin until she felt clean and refreshed.
Once she was finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way back to the living room, where John was waiting for her. She couldn’t help but notice how good he looked, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off his muscular physique.
As she sat down on the couch, Tiffany’s mind raced with thoughts of what was about to happen. She had never been with a guy before, and the nerves were starting to set in. She tried to calm herself down, reminding herself that this was just a casual, no-strings-attached encounter with a good friend.
John soon emerged from the bathroom, looking just as clean and fresh as she did. Tiffany couldn’t help but feel a little bit self-conscious as he took a seat next to her in his boxers, feeling suddenly aware of her own nakedness beneath the towel.
John must have sensed her unease because he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. ” We don’t have to do anything if you’re second guessing yourself,” he said, his voice gentle.
Tiffany nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding. “No, I’m ready,” she said, feeling her nerves start to settle. “Let’s do this.”
As John and Tiffany stand in his living room, John looks at Tiffany, his eyes flickering with concern. “Are you okay with kissing?” he asks softly.
Tiffany’s cheeks flush, and she nods slowly. “Yes, I’m okay with it,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
John smiles softly and moved closer to Tiffany, his hands moving to rest gently on her shoulders. He leans down, his lips meeting hers softly. Tiffany’s heart races as John’s lips press against hers, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
As they continue kissing, John pulls Tiffany to her feet. His hands stay above the towel, gently roaming around her body, not groping her, but just getting her familiar with his touch. Tiffany’s hands move to John’s shoulders, pulling him closer as she deepens the kiss.
Finally, John breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look into Tiffany’s eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks, his hands still resting on her shoulders.
Tiffany nods, her breathing ragged. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she says softly. “That was nice.”
As they continue to kiss, John slowly guides Tiffany towards his bedroom. Her heart is racing, and she can feel her palms getting clammy. The nerves are starting to set in, but at the same time, she can feel the anticipation building up inside of her.
As they reach the bedroom, they both pause for a moment, catching their breath. John looks at Tiffany and takes her hand, leading her towards the bed.
John says, “I’m going to take your towel off now.” Tiffany nods nervously, and John starts to slowly unwrap the towel from her body. As John removes the towel, Tiffany’s body is revealed. She’s fit and toned from all her hours of training at the gym, and she can see the appreciation in John’s eyes as he takes in her figure. She blushes, feeling a bit self-conscious, but John reassures her with a gentle smile.
He leans in and kisses her again, this time more passionately, and Tiffany responds eagerly. His hands begin to roam over her body, but always with a gentle touch.
As they kiss, Tiffany starts to relax a little more. She begins to feel more comfortable with John’s touch and the physical sensations she’s experiencing. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer, enjoying the closeness they share.
John breaks the kiss once again and looks at Tiffany. “Are you okay?” he asks, wanting to make sure that she’s comfortable and ready to continue.
Tiffany nods, “Yes, I’m okay,” she replies, her voice a little shaky with excitement and nerves.
John smiles at her reassuringly and then leans in to kiss her once more, this time more passionately than before.
John’s hands trailed down Tiffany’s body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As he kissed her neck and collarbones, she tilted her head back, letting out a small sigh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, before moving down to her chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. Tiffany gasped and arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
John continued to explore her body with his lips and hands, making his way down to her stomach. He could feel Tiffany’s breathing becoming shallower and more erratic as he trailed kisses along her skin. He could tell she was nervous, but also eager for what was to come.
As he moved to her inner thighs, she let out a soft moan. “John, I’m not sure if I’m ready for–”
He looked up at her, “It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can wait.”
Tiffany took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, thank you.”
John continued to kiss her thighs, his touch gentle and slow. As he moved to her outer thighs, she couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.
“Is that okay?” John asked, looking up at her.
Tiffany nodded, “Yeah, it just feels…really good.”
John smiled, “I’m glad.” He continued to make his way back up her body, taking his time to explore every inch of her.
Finally, he reached her lips again, and they kissed with a newfound intensity. Tiffany’s heart was pounding, and she could feel herself getting lost in the moment. John breaks their kiss and looks up at Tiffany, “What would you like me to do?”
Tiffany takes a deep breath, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, “Um, I know I said stop earlier, but… can you use your mouth?”
John raises an eyebrow, “You mean, like, go down on you?”
Tiffany nods nervously, “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to experience it but guys my age don’t seem to like doing it.” John nods and leans back down, kissing her softly, and then moving down her body. John spends some time kissing and caressing Tiffany’s inner thighs, savoring the way her breathing quickened and her hands gripped the sheets. He moves his hands up to her hips, spreading her legs wider, and gently blows hot air onto her core before finally using his tongue to tease her.
Tiffany gasps and moans, arching her back as the sensations overwhelm her. John pulls back the hood of her clit and gently licks it, causing Tiffany to gasp and grip the sheets tightly. He alternates between light licks and gentle sucks, his tongue flicking rapidly over her sensitive nub.
As Tiffany’s breathing becomes ragged and her hips begin to move involuntarily, pushing herself further into his mouth, John uses his teeth to graze her inner folds gently. “You like that?” he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin.
Tiffany’s response was a loud moan, and John took that as his cue to continue. He uses his tongue to explore every inch of her folds, tasting her sweet juices as he went. He uses his teeth to nibble and bite at her, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Oh god, John,” she moaned, arching her back as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop, continuing to tease her folds with his tongue and teeth, licking and nibbling her wet skin as she moaned louder. He could feel her getting wetter by the second and knew she was close to climaxing.
As the heat inside her grew more intense, Tiffany knew she was about to come. She cried out his name, grabbing onto his hair as her entire body convulsed with pleasure.
“John,” she gasped, grabbing onto his hair. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
But before she could finish her sentence, she came, her entire body convulsing with pleasure as John continued to work her with his mouth and fingers. She cried out his name, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
John continued to lick and suck her clit gently as she came down from her orgasm, his fingers still inside her, stroking her slowly. She lay there, panting and sweating, her body feeling limp and boneless.
“Oh my god,” she said, her voice hoarse. “That was amazing.”
He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling. “I’m glad you liked it.” After a few moments, John lays down next to Tiffany, holding her close to him. They kiss gently, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passion.
Tiffany’s breathing starts to slow down, and she feels her body relaxing. She turns her head to look at John and sees him smiling back at her. “Recovered?” he asks softly.
Tiffany nods, feeling a little embarrassed. “Um, can I see it now?” she says quietly.
John looks at her for a moment, then nods. “Sure,” he says, and starts to move his body slightly. Tiffany watches, fascinated, as he reaches down and starts to pull his boxers down.
When his cock is revealed, Tiffany’s eyes widen in surprise. She has never seen one before, and it looks much bigger than she expected. She can’t help but stare at it, feeling a mixture of curiosity and intimidation. It looks much bigger than she expected, and she can feel her heart racing with anticipation.
“Wow,” she whispers, her eyes still fixed on his length.
John chuckles, noticing her reaction. “Like what you see?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Tiffany nods, feeling a little embarrassed. “I’ve never seen one before,” she admits.
John chuckles. “Don’t worry,” he says reassuringly. “I’ll be gentle.”
Tiffany nods, feeling a little more at ease. She looks at John’s cock for a few moments, then reaches out hesitantly and touches it with her fingertips. She feels it twitch at her touch, and she gasps softly.
John smiles, watching her reaction. “You can touch it if you want,” he says softly.
Tiffany nods, feeling a little more confident now. She wraps her fingers around his cock and starts to stroke it gently, feeling it grow harder and harder in her hand. Tiffany’s fingers trail down the length of his shaft, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. She notices the veins pulsing under her touch and the texture of the skin, the way it feels smooth yet rigid. She can’t help but feel a sense of curiosity and wonder as she explores his manhood.
As she touches him, John reaches down and starts to touch her as well, running his fingers lightly over her breasts and down her stomach. Tiffany moans softly, feeling a wave of pleasure building inside her once again. John lay back on the bed and watched as Tiffany moved between his legs. She tentatively reached out a hand and brushed it over his length, tracing the veins that stood out against his skin. John felt himself grow even harder at her touch.
Tiffany looked up at John, her eyes meeting his. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
John nodded, his breath hitching as she continued to explore his length with her hands. He watched as she leaned in closer, studying him intently as she traced his balls with her fingertips. As Tiffany’s fingers touch John’s cock, she feels a jolt of electricity run through her body. She looks up at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, and it makes her feel bold. Slowly, she wraps her hand around his length and starts to stroke him, marveling at how it feels in her hand.
“How does it feel?” she asked, her eyes flickering up to meet his.
“It feels amazing,” John replied, his breath catching in his throat as Tiffany stroked him a little faster. “Just take your time.”
Tiffany smiled nervously but continued to explore him with her hands. She marveled at the way he responded to her touch, growing harder and more sensitive with each stroke. She spent several minutes just playing with him, feeling the weight of his sac and the soft skin of his length, getting more and more comfortable with him.
John’s breathing grew heavier, and he reached out to touch her hair, running his fingers through it as she worked. “That feels so good,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You have no idea.”
Tiffany blushed, but continued to explore him, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. She leaned in closer, studying him intently as she stroked him, and he moaned softly as she caressed his sac.
“Is this okay?” Tiffany asked again, looking up at him with wide eyes.
John nodded; his eyes closed in pleasure as she continued to work. Tiffany takes a deep breath and looks up at John, her nerves written all over her face. “I’ve never used my mouth before,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
John looks down at her with a mixture of amusement and encouragement. “It’s okay, Tiff. Just do whatever you want to do,” he says, running his fingers through her hair.
Tiffany nods, taking a deep breath before leaning down and pressing her lips to the tip of his length. She’s surprised at how smooth and warm it feels against her lips, and she hesitates for a moment before opening her mouth and taking him in.
John gasps as he feels her mouth close around him, and Tiffany feels a sense of pride at the reaction she’s elicited. She starts by just taking him in as far as she can, her hands holding onto his hips for support. Tiffany pulled back slightly from John and looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. “You okay?” she asked nervously.
John let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m good. That felt amazing, Tiff.”
Tiffany smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over her. “Good. I want to keep going.”
John nodded; his eyes fixed on her. “Whatever you want.”
Tiffany took a deep breath and took him back into her mouth, this time swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deeper. She felt him twitch in response and a small moan escaped his lips.
“God, Tiffany,” he groaned. “That’s good.”
Tiffany felt a surge of confidence and began to move her head up and down, taking him in deeper with each stroke. John’s hands found their way to her hair, holding it out of her face as she worked.
Tiffany was determined to give John the best blowjob of his life, so she carefully listened to his reactions as she tried different techniques. She started by bobbing her head up and down, taking him in as deep as she could. She felt his hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements and urging her to take him deeper.
Encouraged by his response, she took a deep breath and tried something new. She swirled her tongue around the head of his length, eliciting a groan from John. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “That feels amazing, Tiff.”
Tiffany smiled, pleased with herself, and continued to experiment. She tried using more pressure with her tongue, running it up and down the underside of his length. She could feel him twitching in response and she knew she was doing something right. She varied her speed and angle, trying to find the perfect combination to drive him wild.
She paused for a moment and looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around him. “Do you like that?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled.
John’s response was a guttural groan, and he pulled her back down onto him. Tiffany took it as a yes and continued her exploration, determined to make him come undone.
She reached up with one hand to fondle his balls, gently massaging them as she continued to move her mouth up and down his length. “Oh, fuck,” John moaned. “You’re so good at this, Tiff.”
The more she tries, the more into it she gets. She feels a sense of empowerment, knowing that she’s making John feel this good. She’s not sure how long she goes on for, but eventually, she feels him gently pulling her off him, his breathing heavy.
Tiffany looks up at him, a mixture of pride and disappointment written all over her face. “Did I do okay?” she asks.
John pulls her up to him, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “You did more than okay,” he says, smiling. “That was incredible.” John shifted his weight and propped himself up on his elbow, looking at Tiffany. “So, what position do you want to do it in?” he asked, his voice soft and patient.
Tiffany hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She had never really thought about it before. “I don’t know,” she finally replied, her voice small.
John smiled kindly at her. “It’s okay, take your time. Think about it and let me know when you’re ready.”
Tiffany nodded, grateful for his understanding. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to picture herself in different positions. Doggy style seemed too aggressive, missionary too vanilla. She opened her eyes and looked up at John. “Can we do it…with me on top?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
John nodded. “Sure, that’s a great position for your first time. We can go at your pace.”
Tiffany felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s do it.” John and Tiffany moved into a comfortable position on the bed, with Tiffany straddling John’s hips. She was nervous but excited to finally have sex. John could see the mix of emotions on her face and reached up to gently stroke her cheek.
“You ready for this?” John asked, his voice low and reassuring.
Tiffany nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I’m ready.”
John smiled and guided her hand to the bedside table, where a box of condoms was sitting. “Can you grab one for me?” he asked.
Tiffany hesitated before speaking up. “Actually, I have an IUD,” she said softly.
John’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, okay. That’s great then,” he replied, a small grin on his face.
Tiffany straddled John’s lap, feeling the heat between her legs and the weight of his arousal pressing against her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she positioned herself above him. John’s large hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as she tried to find the right angle.
“Good girl,” John said, his voice low and reassuring. “You’re doing great. Just take it slow.”
Tiffany nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. As she lowered herself down onto him, she felt a sharp pang of pain, but it quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure. She moaned softly, feeling his length stretching and filling her in a way she had never experienced before.
“It’s okay, Tiff,” John whispered, noticing the slight grimace on her face. “Just relax and take it easy.”
Tiffany nodded, biting her lip as she adjusted to his size. She slowly began to move, rising and falling on his shaft, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
As the minutes ticked by, Tiffany grew more and more comfortable with the rhythm of their movements. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, her fingers trailing over his skin.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, feeling her body responding to him in ways she had never imagined. “This feels so good.”
“Jesus, you’re tight,” John groaned, and Tiffany couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of confidence. John’s hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as he began to thrust up into her. The sensation was overwhelming, and Tiffany felt a familiar tightening in her stomach.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure intensified.
“Let go, baby,” John growled, thrusting even harder into her. “Come for me.”
She pressed her palms onto John’s chest, using it as leverage to thrust harder and faster, and then her whole body tensed up, her toes curling as the pleasure surged through her. It felt like a wave crashing over her, washing away any thoughts or worries she had ever had. She gasped for air, her hips still moving involuntarily as she rode out the orgasm. She collapsed against him, feeling his strong arms wrapping around her as they both caught their breath.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her forehead resting against John’s as she came down from the high. “That was… amazing.”
He grinned at her, looking pleased. “Glad you enjoyed it,” he said.
She sat up and looked at him, a mischievous look on her face. “Can we try a different position now?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, sitting up and kissing her deeply. “Which one do you want to try?”
Tiffany thought for a moment, then said, “How about doggy style?” John nodded and stood up.
Tiffany positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking her butt out. She could feel John’s gaze on her, and she blushed as she heard him take a sharp intake of breath. She knew she had a great figure but being scrutinized like this made her feel vulnerable. “Are you ready?” he asked, one hand on her waist and the other guiding himself towards her entrance.
Tiffany took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “I think so,” she replied, her voice a little shaky. As John slowly entered her from behind, Tiffany let out a gasp, feeling the pressure and stretch of his hard shaft. She couldn’t help but let out a low moan as he filled her, her body adjusting to his size.
“It feels so big,” Tiffany murmured, her voice filled with both discomfort and pleasure.
John paused, concerned. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, it’s okay,” Tiffany assured him, her voice shaking slightly. “Just give me a moment.”
As John began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a smooth, steady rhythm, Tiffany couldn’t help but moan softly. The angle of this position allowed him to hit spots she didn’t know existed, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel him deeper.
“How does it feel?” John asked, his voice strained with effort.
“It’s… it’s amazing,” Tiffany replied, struggling to catch her breath. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” She felt John’s grip tighten on her waist, his movements growing more forceful as he pounded into her. Tiffany’s body responded eagerly, her hips pushing back against him in a desperate attempt to feel him even deeper inside her.
Tiffany’s body was slick with sweat as she writhed beneath John, her breaths coming in short gasps. She could feel her muscles tightening with each thrust, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity. “John,” she gasped, “I need to come.”
John responded by increasing the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a new level of urgency. He reached around and began rubbing her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Tiffany’s head fell back as she cried out in ecstasy, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Oh fuck,” she panted, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her. “Please don’t stop,” she moaned, feeling John’s hand working her clit faster and harder. “Please, don’t stop.”
John picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he pounded into her. Tiffany’s breaths turned into gasps as she felt him filling her completely with each thrust. She could feel herself getting close again, her body responding to his every move.
“Oh God, harder, John,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
John groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with a force that threatened to drive her over the edge. Tiffany could feel her orgasm building inside her again, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
“Again, harder,” she begged, her voice more urgent this time.
John obliged, slamming into her with even more force, his hips slapping against her ass. Tiffany cried out as the pleasure overtook her, her entire body shaking as she climaxed around him.
As her orgasm subsided, John slowed his movements, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back. Tiffany collapsed next to him, panting, and trying to catch her breath. “Wow,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “That was incredible. Did you…did you finish?” she asked tentatively.
John shook his head. “Not yet. Where do you want me to finish?”
Tiffany’s cheeks turned pink as she murmured, “Um, inside me, I think.”
John raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you sure? You know that’s a risk for pregnancy, right?”
Tiffany nodded, her eyes downcast. “I know. But…I just want to feel it, I guess. It’s my first time, and I want to experience everything.”
John considered this for a moment before nodding. “Okay. But if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?”
Tiffany nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay.”
John leaned in to kiss her, then shifted his weight to line himself up with her entrance. As he slowly pushed inside, Tiffany looked down between her legs to watch. John’s shaft was thick and hard, and as he slid inside her, Tiffany couldn’t help but feel amazed at the sight. She had never been so intimate with a man before, and watching as her folds parted and stretched around his girth was both overwhelming and exhilarating.
As he continued to penetrate her, she could feel her body opening to accommodate him, her muscles relaxing and stretching to allow him deeper inside. She watched as his shaft disappeared inside her, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh god,” she moaned as he filled her up. “It’s…it’s so much.”
John paused, his hands on her hips, as he waited for her to adjust. “You okay?”
Tiffany nodded; her eyes shut tight. “Yeah, just give me a second.”
Once she had relaxed a bit, John began to move, thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Tiffany moaned and arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets. “God, that feels amazing,” she moaned, her eyes still fixed on the sight of him sliding in and out of her.
John leaned in to kiss her again, his movements slow and measured as he began to rock his hips back and forth. Tiffany could feel his shaft pulsing inside her, and she couldn’t help but gasp as he hit that same spot again.
As he continued to move, Tiffany could feel the sensations intensifying, her body becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. She was completely lost in the moment, her whole world centered on the feeling of him inside her.
And then, just as she thought it couldn’t get any better, John began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Tiffany could feel her body responding, her muscles tightening around him as she approached her own climax.
“Harder,” she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she urged him on.
He obliged, and soon his movements were almost violent, his hips slamming into hers with incredible force. Tiffany could feel the pressure building inside her, her body teetering on the edge of release.
And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense that she thought she might pass out. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing as the orgasm washed over her.
Breathlessly, Tiffany gasped, “Are you close?”
John’s hands tightened on her, and he groaned in response, “Yeah, I’m getting there.”
Tiffany’s heart was pounding in her chest as she watched John’s face contort with pleasure. She could feel his body tense up, and she knew he was getting close. She was surprised by her own eagerness as she whispered, “Please, I want you to come inside me,” feeling a bit embarrassed but unable to help herself.
John’s thrusts grew even more frenzied, and she could feel the power of his hips slamming into hers. The bed was creaking under them as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
“Oh, god, John,” she gasped, feeling him hit a spot deep inside her that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. “Right there, don’t stop.”
His thrusts became even harder, and Tiffany winced slightly at the force of it. She felt like she was being completely consumed by him, and it was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, his movements becoming even more erratic.
Tiffany’s body shook with pleasure as she felt him release inside her, his shaft swelling and pulsing inside her as his cum flooded her insides. She moaned loudly, feeling the intense warmth spreading through her as she leaned up to kiss him, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. “That was amazing.”
As they come down from their orgasms, Tiffany can feel John’s body slowly relaxing on top of her. She keeps her eyes locked on his as she reaches down to touch where they are joined, feeling his still-throbbing member slowly softening within her. The sensation is incredible, as she feels every twitch and throb of his spent release deep inside her.
“Wow,” she says breathlessly, still trying to catch her breath.
John smiles up at her, running his hands gently over her torso as he kisses her deeply. “You were amazing,” he murmurs against her lips.
They lie there for a few more minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Eventually, John leans up and pulls away from her, smiling down at her.
“I need to clean up,” she says, reaching for a towel. “Do you want to shower together?”
John nods, getting up from the bed and following her into the bathroom. They spend the next few minutes washing each other off, the warm water running over their bodies as they stand together under the showerhead.
As they finish up, John turns to her with a mischievous grin on his face. “So, what do you want to do next?” he asks, his hands roaming over her slick skin.
Tiffany giggles, feeling a renewed excitement building inside her. “I don’t know,” she says, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. “But I’m definitely up for more.”